I can't stand the sight of you. I can't stand what you put me through. Your life's a lie, that you'll hide. Is it that terrible being you inside?. . I can't stand all the thought of you.
I should've known it from the start what I was in for.. She drank a tin full, she copied, we exchanged some info.. Called her on the tele, conversation was sinful,.
Well, I wish there was someone. Well, I wish there was someone. to love me. When I used to be someone. And I knew there was someone. that loved me. . As I sit here, frozen, alone.
[Rich Nice]. What's happenin brothers and sisters?. Welcome to our time. . [Jessica Care Moore]. Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles. Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write.